Chapter 374 Chapter 382-386 Why Do Marshmallows Taste Like Alcohol (2-6)

He held his breath, forcing himself to pretend that what he was holding in his arms was just a ball of quilt, looking straight ahead, quickly walked to the bed, and put her on the bed without a moment's hesitation.

He didn't dare to stay any longer, so he pulled off the quilt, covered her body haphazardly, and was about to leave.

But as soon as he turned around, she made a sound similar to "vomiting" when he put her on the bed.

He thought she was going to vomit, and was afraid that she would choke him while lying on her back, so he turned around subconsciously.

She raised her head slightly, coughed twice, then lay back on the pillow and became quiet.

He Jichen, who had a false alarm, secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Just as he was about to look away, she suddenly turned over while lying on the bed.

Because the motion was too large, when he put her on the bed, she was a little close to the bed, and she fell off the bed.

He Jichen didn't even think about it, and reflexively pounced on the bed, almost falling to the ground, and accurately placed her in his arms.

Although the bed was not high, she fell on him so firmly that it still hurt his chest.

He Jichen took a few breaths, and when the pain eased a little, he reached out his hand, touched the cheek of the little woman lying on top of him, and asked in a low voice: "Did you get hurt anywhere?"

She felt his touch, raised her little head, and looked at him with drunken eyes.

She looked cute and cute, as if she had no idea how dangerous she was just now.

He Jichen knew that his questions were in vain, so he simply checked her out personally. When he was sure that she was not injured, he felt relieved.

He was just about to hug her and get up to sit up. She, who had just raised her head to look at him because of his touch, suddenly seemed to be tired. She fell down and her little head was buried in the The crook of his neck.

Her hair touched his hard chin, and the breath from the corner of her lips happened to spray on that hair. The hair kept fluttering, brushing against his skin every time, and it felt soft to the touch. With a touch of itching, one after another, the fire in his body that had not been extinguished was ignited again.

He Jichen subconsciously tensed up his body, thinking that before he could control himself, it would be business to throw her back on the bed quickly.

Unfortunately, just as he settled on his thoughts, she, who was nestled on him, suddenly raised her hand, touched his lips, and used her soft fingertips to rub along the outline of his lips.

He Jichen took a breath, turned his head suddenly, and looked at Ji Yi.

The girl stared straight at the corner of his lips, with a faint dazzling light dancing in her eyes.

Does she know that she is playing with fire...

He Jichen felt her fingertips stretching towards his mouth. He subconsciously held her little hand and said in a low voice: "Xiaoyi, don't make trouble..."

Being drunk, she paid no attention to his words. She just wanted to pull her fingers out of his control and touch his lips again.

But her strength was no match for him. She tried twice, but to no avail, so she raised her head that was resting on his neck, brought her lips to his, stuck out the tip of her tongue, and licked it gently. one time.

He Jichen hummed and clearly felt that his body began to change.

He spoke again, his tone a little hoarse: "Xiaoyi, don't be ridiculous..."

This time she listened to his words, raised her head, smiled silly at him, then pouted and said with a dissatisfied look on her face: "I, I, I'm not messing around! I, I just think it looks good..."

As she spoke, she lowered her head.

He Jichen held Ji Yi's fingertips and shook them slightly. His eyes looking at her became extremely hot in an instant.

But the girl who was so drunk did not realize the danger at all. She still looked at his lips stupidly, and then emphasized "good-looking" again in her mouth.

There was a squeaking sound in his mouth, and even at the end, he muttered softly: "It's delicious...soft..."

"It seems..." She tilted her head, pretending to be thinking. After a while, as if she had thought of it, a pure and lovely smile bloomed on her face: "...Marshmallow!"

After finishing speaking, less than three seconds later, she shook her head: "No, it's not marshmallows...marshmallows have sweetness, but you don't..."

Ji Yi said, as if to confirm something, he lowered his head again.

To He Jichen, her behavior was undoubtedly the most grueling and cruel torture in the world.

He clearly saw that his reason and restraint were being destroyed bit by bit.

But she didn't know it, and she was still commenting: "...but it smells like jasmine...well...maybe this marshmallow has no sugar added..."

After saying that, she lowered her head and bit his lips

"...It's weird, why do the marshmallows still smell like alcohol..."

Before she could finish her words, his eyes suddenly darkened, and he suddenly sealed her lips, swallowing into his belly what she was going to say next.

But soon, he stopped all actions and remained still. He carefully felt the throbbing and ecstasy of this moment. It was not until he remembered it deeply in his mind that he began to react.

After a long time, everything just went its way and returned to tranquility.

Slowly, his heart rate finally calmed down. He held her tightly in his arms and gently stroked her hair, full of deep love and affection.

She was too tired to open her eyes, feeling his tenderness, she crawled into his arms.

The moment he was about to fall asleep, he turned his head slightly and kissed the top of her head, as if talking in his sleep, and murmured: "Xiaoyi, I love you..."

She had fallen into a deep sleep a long time ago and was completely quiet.

He hugged her tightly into his arms, then hugged her again, and then followed Ji Yi and fell into sleep completely.

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Time goes back to eleven o'clock in the evening, the banquet hall where the finale of "Three Thousand Idiots" was held.

Han Zhihui was supposed to fly to the United States today, but after receiving the notice from He Jichen, he thought that Cheng Weiwan would also attend the closing banquet of "Three Thousand Idiots". Also, he thought about the recent period, although he had a bouquet every day The flowers were still sent to the crew, but because there were too many things at the company, they hadn't been in front of her for a while, so she simply asked the secretary to postpone the trip to the United States for two days and came to Shanghai from BJ.